Grief and love are linked by metal chains
Imagination cannot foresee change
When love is killed, its ghost will haunt and blame
In our wanderings in our mind’s domains
The furniture of mind is rearranged
Rage and love are linked by a steel chain
The mind itself can change the human brain
The one most strong may be the one insane
When love dies, its shadow will remain
The hate of loss is like the mark of Cain
The rational one can be almost deranged
Grief and love are linked by a steel chain
What is lost will heal in its due time
Murderous love comes from the most estranged
When love’s killed its ghost will cause much pain
Suffering most acute is now in place
Chronic losses cause a pale strained face
Grief and love are linked by a gold chain
When love’s killed, its ghost will haunt and blame
How my heart sings 
Her again you remind me of William Blake. Katherine. I hope you are doing well.
Yes, the humid hear has gone.Hope it’s not too jot over there.Thank you very much for your comment,/David.All the best,Katherine